"Oh, well, noses," he says, temporarily diverted. "Noses are absurd things, inconvenient, constantly in the way. Forget noses."

Lesgle opens the bottle, still keeping its contents a surprise for himself. "Violent man or not, I have been taken over with a desire to punch...something. Someone. I hardly know. --What in God's name is this?"

He passes over the bottle, eyes watering.